This could be my world,
Your garden full of dandelions,
The bushes, closing us off.
So only planes can see us from above.

This could be my world,
Your bed full of comforts,
The blankets, wrapping us up.
So only I can hear your whispers.

This could be my world,
Your heart full of love,
Your words trapping me.
So only I can feel this feeling.

You could be my world.

Your doe-like eyes
Glisten
Project
And light the skies.

Your child-like bark
Gleeful
Plentiful
And light a spark.

Our eternal love
Fits one another like a glove.

It is a fog that never leaves,
It is a never ending breeze,
It cripples, attacks, destroys
And grasps.

Much like an earthquake,
It shakes my world
Leaves it desolate
Isolated
And

FEARFUL.